They get changed at the carpark into smart rags and take in a few drinks at the bar next door where ROOSTER pretends to be Italian and DUTCH and DUSTY try and keep up. Before too long they are larking around with a couple of real good girls itty bitty girls at the pool table... They then get thrown out for making too much noise, not being French, etc. They queue up next door and link up with some girls to get into the club easy. There is a build in excitement as they stand there peering into the club. They are let in and leave their coats at the vestibule, head for the bar, pick up their drinks and chat with the beautiful barmaid who ROOSTER takes a shine to. They are getting on well with everyone cracking bad jokes and linking arms with the natives. ROOSTER grabs hold of the barmaid, kisses her and drags her round the bar and onto the dancefloor. They jive for a slick few and then get closer.

At this point a huge motherfucker steps in and shoves ROOSTER away, he yells at our boys in French and screams at the girl who heads back to the bar. ROOSTER smacks this chump in the face and a brawl breaks out between the two. They are about to get thrown out when DUTCH and DUSTY arrive from the bar and drag ROOSTER into the depths of the crowd and then to the toilets. They calm down, ROOSTER hits things, then they decide to go and dance again but it's no fun and all men getting too close on the dancefloor. ROOSTER storms out of the club and the others follow. A feeling of desolation sets in. The three loners versus Antibes. They walk the night past girls and busy bars and good times.

"Let´s go to Cannes." Cries DUTCH. "Fuck this place. I'm gonna drive to Cannes. Any motherfucker coming with me?"

They agree and head out on a wavey drive to Cannes. ROOSTER sits in the back subdued while the other two talk about DUTCH's girl back home and the distance that has grown while she has been in Stockholm. They get into Cannes which is as disappointing as you'd expect. They get into a local bar and flake out, bar ROOSTER who feels the night energy at last and dances on his own like a madman. They eventually get 2 hours sleep in the car in the backstreets of Antibes. The joy gone from the night with the incessant noise of cars passing and sewers rolling below.

Part Three might come your way if you're lucky. It's got a great deal of room for growth... What will happen to these people? What are their stories? All kinds of space for the right development and progression into modern discourses on man and woman, young men on fire in a damp earth... Think about it. Just let your mind go crazy.

Matt Falloon